the lunatic is on the grass
the lunatic is on the grass
remembring games, daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the lunies on the path

the lunatic is in the hall
the lunatic is in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and everyday, the paperboy brings more

and if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if their is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
ill see you on the dark side of the moon

the lunatic is in my head
the lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade
you make the change
you rearrange me till im sane
you lock the door
throw away the key
there's someone in my head
but its not me

and if the clouds burst, thunder in your ears
you shout and noone seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playin different tunes
ill see you on the dark side of the moon